Hello potential readers. Sorry, but I'm kinda new at posting -not writing, no no. I've been doing that for quiet a while now- so I hope you'll all be kind. And now, a few things to get out of the way:

1. Dragon speak shall be in italics

2. There have been several other amazing fan fictions similar to this. I will admit that I was inspired to write this from The Dragon's King which I seriously recommend reading, it is awesome. And please don't kill me because of it

3. This is my first fanfiction posting so please be nice if you review

4. I should be updating every 2-3 days

And yeah. Hope you enjoy and please review.

"Stoick!" she screams, twisting around to face him. Her arms stretch to the limits trying to hand him the small tan bundle which only moments ago had been held close to her chest.

And the world freezes for a moment.

Fires burn around their home of Berk as dragons raid the heap of wet rock that is only decorated by forest and the burning village. Vikings scream fierce war calls and heft their axes over their shoulders, preparing to take down any number of dragons that land in front of them.

Stoick's hands have almost reached the small tan bundle, the small and fragile child wrapped within them is still too sick to move.

For a second, he can feel his fingers brush the rough blanket and he pushes himself forwards, running towards his beautiful wife who is being carried off in the claws of a vicious beast.

His heart lifts for a brief moment, until the dragon beats it's powerful wings once again and carries his wife and only child out of his reach. And he is forced to stop.

"Valka!" he screams after them, a scream of grief only a father can scream.

It calls the attention of a large Nightmare as it sets itself aflame and crawls towards him through the burning house, yellow eyes narrowed and sharp white teeth barred.

Without hesitation he punches the creature's maw, eyes ablaze with fury and grief. His axe had been dropped when he saw the strange dragon enter his own house, snatching his child and wife and whisking them away. But he doesn't need it. Rage boils within him and fuels his desire to fight.

So on the dark night, as he fights a vicious beast with his bare hands as his entire world crumbles around him, he swears revenge.

For Valka.

For Hicca.

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"Please stop! Your child is sick, the King may help. And your home is not a good place to raise hatchlings." Cloudjumper told the woman clutched in her claws.

The woman hadn't stopped shaking since they had left the nest of the dragon killers. She was holding her child, who was very small, no bigger than one of her claws.

She knew immediately that the woman was different from her tribe members. The soul of a dragon rested inside of her, along with her daughter. While that was only a metaphor, she knew that the two of them were different, the good kind, yet the daughter was sick. The entire time they had flown as the bitter wind whipped around them, she had not made a sound. And while she had not been around humans much, she knew they were rowdy and loud.

"Just wait a little longer please. We will be at the King's nest in a short while!" although that was a lie. They had many more hours to go, fating them to flying well into the night and perhaps early morning, when the sun emerged from the side of the Earth and the world was reset.

Cloudjumper flew relentlessly and late in the night when the moon was still high in the sky, the woman soon stopped shaking, her muscles uncoiling, yet the small bundle was still clutched to her chest.

A small pang, almost like a physical blow, swept through the large and beautiful dragon. She was reminded of her mate, killed by a rival queen, forcing her to overcome her fear and leave. And then she found the King who welcomed her with open wings. And she was confident that accepting these two into their nest was a good thing. Something told her that it would heal more than it would hurt, though it might hurt.

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When Valka woke, she felt as if she was falling. Trying to stand up, she wiggled around in the bindings. Hearing a combination of growls and whistles above her, everything came rushing back.

Quickly, she pulled Hicca closer to her chest, opening the folds of the blanket a bit to see her small daughter. She was extremely fragile and tiny for a viking with a mop of messy auburn hair atop her head. Barely a year old, Hicca was very small, yet her daughter was a fighter. And her fight was going badly.

Looking up, Valka was finally able to see her captor. The dragon was a new species, very large and slanted toffee eyes and several sets of horns that fanned outwards. Four wings beat steadily as the moon reflected off of its scales.

"Dragon, where are you taking me?" she asked. Her voice was slightly hoarse from her sobbing as she had clutched Hicca close.

The only response she got was several whistles and gurgles which equated to nothing in her mind. Deciding it would do no good, she settled into the almost hammock of claws. For hours.

Her nerves had already been chewed raw from her daughter's illness, but they were only being frayed more as what ever destination was getting closer.

Finally, she was barely able to make out something through the moonlight that rested on the edge of the horizon line. The dragon seemed to buzz with excitement and the wind began to whisk by her faster, brushing her braid back.

As they approached the mass, she was stunned by the sheer size of it. Part of it was made from ice, yet another part of it was beautiful plant life and some sections were even a beautiful light blue crystal that glinted in the silver moonlight. Plant life teemed wherever it could and as they got closer she was able to see that ice was also incorporated into the large nest. A forest to the right of the fortress fanned out, occasional glints of water peeking their way out from the dark green sea.

A warm gust of wind alerted her that another dragon had sidled up with her captor. It had a deep purple tint to it's scales, it's under jaw was much larger than the upper one as yellow eyes noted her.

They began chattering back and forth, clicks and whistles that she'd never really noticed before. The only time she'd ever seen dragons was when they were roaring in battle or being slaughtered by the residents of Berk.

Though, she had to admit, she'd always wondered what it was like to be a dragon. In fact, she'd always wanted to see a dragon up close. Well, when it wasn't trying to rip out her throat.

Soon she felt the air lifting around her and looked around. They were almost at the large mass, so she was able to make out beautiful details of the place.

Being a viking she was never one for beauty or such. She wore a simple green under cloak that was covered by several furs hanging off of her belt and metal armor that had decorations swirling up them. Yet she could most definitely appreciate the beauty of the materials which seemed to weave themselves out of the sea to make the paradise.

Suddenly, the dragon dipped and plunged into a large hole which moonlight streamed through.

And the sight that greeted Valka took her breath away.

The inside was just as mixed as the outside. Plants blossomed everywhere, vines hanging from cliffs and rocks that almost served as pillars. Several streams ran through the ash gray rocks that helped build the interior of the space. Ice occasionally burst through the place, supporting a wall over here or completing another level of rock. And while she thought the entire space, which was probably the size of the entire island of Berk, was hard to process, the large dragon was even harder.

It was sitting in a large pool of sea water that filtered in from the ocean around them. It was a beautiful icy white with piercing blue eyes that watched their descent through the moonlight filled air towards a rock in front of it. Two huge tusks extended from it's maw as well as many spikes that protruded from it's neck and body.

The solid earth felt amazing under her as she ungracefully tumbled out of the dragon's claws.

Most of the cavern was empty, but an occasional grunt or snore could be heard echoing about. Both dragons were now standing behind her, crouched low in almost a bow at the huge creature before her.

Hello. A voice echoed throughout her head.

"What? What's going on?" Valka asked, standing up as she clutched Hicca closer. There were several clicks and whistles behind her so she turned to see the dragon that had brought her here was talking to the beast.

Hm. It seems as if Cloudjumper thought that you were in need of help. The voice echoed in her mind.

"What?! I don't need any help!" she protested, viking pride kicking in.

No, but your hatchling does. Set her before me. The dragon looked at her with a challenge in his eyes.

"Will you help her?" she asked. While a wave of comfort accompanied the majestic dragon before her, this was her only child.

If you will allow me to, then yes. It seems that Cloudjumper thinks it's a good idea to allow you into our nest. But first, you should let me see your hatchling. She's fading.

The last two words made Valka panic but she tenaciously stepped forwards and set her daughter in front of the white dragon. It leaned forwards, looking at the hatchling before it.

A large white paw rose up out of the water and reached out slowly towards the child. The razor sharp claws barely brushed Hicca's cheek, but Valka saw crimson appear.

"What are you doing!?" she screamed and begun to run forwards but was stopped when a long tail wrapped around her, restraining her.

Do not fret human. The only way I may save your hatchling and allow you to be accepted into our nest is for you to have dragon blood running through your veins. You too will also have to go through this.

And without warning, the enormous dragon leans forwards and blows ice onto Hicca. It frosts the front of her brown hair, turning it white and icy.

Now, cut your arm.

The voice says and her gaze flicks up to the beast.

"Will she be okay?" Valka's voice wavers as she steps over the tail and stands next to where her child is now sleeping soundly.

Yes, your hatchling shall be fine. Now, do as I instruct.

Somewhat in a daze, she slipped a small iron knife out of the hilt at her belt. Raising her arm, she drew a line across a small amount of her forearm that was exposed.

Dipping his head, the king blew an icy mist onto her. It was cold, yet comforting, almost like a gentle breeze. Something seemed to weave it's way into her veins, making her more aware of everything around her and she feels a slight pain behind her eyes before it clears almost instantly.

Brushing the frost off of her hair and face, she quickly snatches up Hicca, brushing the frost off her messy brown hair.

"Welcome to the nest." a voice behind her says. Turning she sees the two dragons, and something inside of her clicks.

She'd never felt home at Berk. She'd always felt as if something was missing, even when she married Stoick who her heart ached for. Yet, she knew they couldn't return to Berk. They wouldn't understand and possibly never would. The only reason she'd ever been able to kill a dragon was an accident, a misplaced and fatal blow which earned her respect. Yet for years she felt guilty after her first and only kill. But now, among the dragons, Hicca in her arms, she felt more at home then she ever had on Berk. And Hicca would've died if Cloudjumper had never taken them. So maybe it wouldn't be all bad.

"Thank you." she smiles. "I am Valka, and this is Hicca." she says and smiles affectionately at the only family she has left.

Just then, Hicca woke and opened her beautiful green eyes. She knew they were Stoick's eyes, yet kinder and gentler. But when the eyes flicked over to her, she gasped. Instead of seeing her daughter's eyes as human, the pupils were dilated, stretched and more dragon like.

Hicca giggled, craning her head to look around at their new home. Tears sprang in Valka's eyes.

For weeks she had stressed if her daughter would ever open her eyes again, if she'd ever hear the small giggle she had become so fond over. And now she did. It did not matter if they were different.

Turning around, she faced the King again. "Thank you, thank you so much." she easily says to him. If she takes a step back, she hears the strange clicking sounds that erupt from her mouth and is slightly taken aback at how easily the language comes to her.

"You are most welcome, Valka of Berk." he says back, this time not in her mind but out loud. "You and your daughter, Hicca, shall be accepted here. For now you may create any living comforts you need, although I suggest that Cloudjumper help you adjust." The King nods behind her.

"Thank you King." she says and bows slightly. Vikings are filled with pride, so bowing to anyone is the highest sign of respect. Though, Hicca shall never know this. No, she is going to raise her daughter the way she'd always dreamed of living. With Dragons.

"And it is just Valka."

Sooo...?